Judge snapped his finger like he had reversed this same exact script fifteen times in front of the mirror today.
There appeared an unconscious white male body of a poor assassin matched up with a phoenix when all odds where against him, bless his poor soul. Isadora stared at Noel's unconscious body like she could really use a blowtorch right know.
Subject 01167— a text passed through her mind, Subject 01166 had perished due to constant and consecutive experiments, Subject 01167 was placed under the guardianship of Master Noel Rivet.
Isadora could not take it anymore, she took a silver long knife she always hed since her training days and drove it through Noel Rivet's heart. Aiming to kill him instantly as a finally act of mercy for rescuing her when she was a child.
Noel didn't have much time to register his fate. One moment he was busy trying to wake up, and the next, an unseen force—perhaps fate itself—decided to end his story.
